Collected Works (Vol. I)

262 TANNHAUSER And he--his heart was great enough for all, The fall of sparrows as the crash of stars. The tears of lonely forests, and the pain Of the least atom—all were in his heart. Was that indeed the truth? that he should come At last a Christ upon the waiting world, Redeem it to more purpose than the last ! So fills his sorrow, and Her sympathy, My common soul, that I am fain to fall Upon my face, and cry aloud to God: ‘©OQ Thou, Sole Wise, Sole Pure, Sole Merciful, Who hast thus shown Thy mystery to nan : Grant that his coming may be very soon See, the sobs shake me like a little child. 9? e The moon is crescent, waxing in the West. Take the last kiss, dear. What is the strange song? [Zhe great Goddess ariseth, weeping Jor the slain Osiris TANNHAUSER, the perfected through suffering. IsIs. Isis am I, and from my life are fed All stars and suns, all moons that wax and wane, Create and uncreate, living and dead, The Mystery of Pain. Iam the Mother, I the silent Sea, The Earth, its travail, its fertility. Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, return to me— To Me!